It was early morning when a hysterical scream awakened Mr. Petrov from his restless slumber. He jumped in place, and froze when he saw the message written on the wall, in two foot tall, dripping red letters. “Today, same hour, same place.” Damn. He rushed to comfort his wife, who didn't even understand what was happening. Last few days had been rough for them both, with the disappearance of their son, but... he hadn't had the heart to tell her about his... findings. And now this. She was a complete wreck.
Mr. Petrov tried in vain to comfort her. “Hey, honey. It's okay, I'm here. We'll find who's doing this, I promise. We'll make them pay for it.” He hugged her, but his mind was elsewhere. He went white when he realized, the room had been searched. A couple of ajar drawers gave it away. He tried to avoid scaring his wife even more, but he had to know. He got up and opened one of the drawers.
Gone. He had left the device somewhat hidden among the clothes, and now, the clothes laid scattered around the drawer, making it painfully obvious there was nothing else in there. Damn.
He rushed to the main door. They had a security camera in there pointing outside, surely... He froze once more as he reached the entrance hall. The camera was shattered into the floor, and in the wall next to it, there was another message, also written in... hopefully red paint. “I KNOW.”
Damn. No. Who the hell was that... madman, anyway? … This wasn't your usual kidnapper, that's for sure. He'd heard tales of the mob. They weren't that sick unless you really pissed them off. But he had never dare to even get close to any of that people. Always looked the other way. The families had never been his problem. Looks like until now. 'Cause, who else could it be? Who else could know what he had done yesterday night?
His mind raced to yesterday night as he went back to comfort his wife. Four thugs, each one twice as him. They had agreed really soon to help him... maybe too soon? One thing was sure, his wife needed to get out of there before... he shuddered to think of it. He checked his watch. It was still early, he could find a hotel for them to stay at, and still be on time to the meeting.
